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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Sinking and Floating in Indulgence MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 1/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Sinking and Floating in Indulgence MQ | Part 1 (1-3) | Part 2 (4-5) | Part 3 (6) | 🔞Secret Space ASMR🔞

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is explicit and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

cw: trauma, injury, near-death experience, (mutual) confinement, arguably justified drug use, intimacy as a coping mechanism for PTSD, consent is implied rather than stated. Please proceed with caution and avoid reading if these topics may be distressing or uncomfortable for you.

Special thanks to ivi (@ivioivioivi on twitter) for helping me with the translation of this date~

[Subbed Video, TURN ON CC!]

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[Transcript Ver]

—[Part 1]—

I feel like I'm going to die.

The world is spinning, and the sudden sense of weightlessness crushes my heart as if it could burst at any moment.

I cross my hands and press my head tightly against the back of the seat. The oxygen mask on my face inflates and deflates with my rapid breathing, and white mist engulfs the breathing bag in the blink of an eye.

Captain: Our plane has encountered an unexpected situation during the flight...

Captain: Please fasten your seatbelts... Do not panic...

The hoarse announcements, deafening roars, and helpless cries collide chaotically, pulling me into a state of bewildered despair.

…Am I going to die here?

A figure appears before my eyes, and amidst the violent turbulence, his face seems to grow increasingly blurred.

Several pieces of luggage crash from above, hitting my shoulders and completely shattering all my thoughts.

The scenery outside the porthole speeds past in reverse, with raging flames and thick black smoke seemingly burning wildly in my eyes, leaving only silent pleas and prayers.

??: Buddha, please protect us...

??: No...

As an invisible huge wall slams into me, the air in my lungs feels as if it’s being forcibly squeezed out. Amid the piercing roar, my consciousness is gradually torn and pulled away.

MC: Lucien…

=Meanwhile in another place=

Deep beneath the surface, bright light illuminates the rough concrete walls and rows of metal instruments. Several blonde researchers move back and forth through the somewhat modest laboratory.

Lucien stands in front of the second-floor platform, calmly looking down without revealing any emotion.

A foreign gentleman stands beside him, his profound green eyes gleaming sharply as he raises his palm.

??: Doctor X, I didn’t expect our formal meeting to occur at such a chaotic moment.

Lucien: Indeed, it is a bit unexpected.

Lucien: However, to smoothly avoid the turmoil in such a short time and maintain such a well-equipped research environment...

Lucien pauses, his narrow eyes showing a faint smile devoid of warmth.

Lucien: It seems that aside from research, Professor Holden also holds considerable authority in other areas.

Holden: Professor Lucien, if you want to stay in such a volatile place, you must be well-prepared.

Holden: Risks and rewards always go hand in hand.

Lucien: In that case, I think we can further accelerate the pace of the experiment to minimize the risk.

Lucien: I don’t intend to let meaningless disruptions become the key turning points of the past several months I’ve worked on.

A silent tension faintly brews. Feeling a slight sense of pressure, Holden raises an eyebrow and places one hand on the railing in front of him.

Holden: I’m just as eager as you are, Professor.

Holden: But in these chaotic times, there are always accidents.*

As if in response to his words, a barely perceptible hum comes from above. The ceiling trembles slightly, shedding a shower of fine gravel.

But everyone present seems accustomed to it, continuing their work unfazed.

Lucien also looks up without surprise, gazing into the distance.

Lucien: Accidents are meant to be controlled and enjoyed.

Lucien: Chaos will ultimately become the catalyst for new discoveries, and that’s why I chose to work with you in the first place.

As he speaks, he turns and walks away. Just as he steps into the open elevator, a voice calls out with a laugh from behind.

Holden: With Professor Lucien joining us, I suppose we should indeed be more confident.

Lucien doesn’t respond. With a loud rumble, the old elevator doors slowly closed behind him.

The sound of metal grinding outside the elevator continues to roar persistently, like the distant echoes of endless artillery fire.

The fading afternoon sunlight streams in from outside as the elevator doors open.

Three days have passed since the meeting with Professor Holden.

The lab operates around the clock, almost pushing time to its limit, but the results are still not ideal.

Just as Lucien expected.

He extends his fingertip, verifying one fingerprint scan after another, before stepping out of the unassuming old factory.

The scent of gunpowder constantly assaults his nostrils. Scattered armed personnel stand guard in front of barbed wire fences among the crumbling ruins on both sides.

Lucien walks steadfastly through this land where turmoil is the norm. Only when he passes a corner does he finally stop and take out his phone.

The signal bars silently returned to full. While waiting, he looks up at the sky not far away.

A vast expanse of dark clouds churns and burns fiercely. Soon, the phone in his palm vibrates.

Lucien opens the message box and sees a text from the girl six hours ago, informing him of her boarding.

She is on a private plane back with several film industry executives. He instinctively calculates her estimated arrival time in Loveland City—

She will land in about four hours. His expression softens unconsciously, and a hint of a smile appears at the corner of his lips.

Lucien's Message: Miss Producer, you must be tired from your business trip. Thinking about how you'll be home soon… I feel a little lonely too.

Lucien's Message: Looks like I want to wrap up my work early so I can get home sooner to see you.

Pressing the send button, he hears an increasingly loud whirring sound that continues to fill the air.

Lucien looks up again. In the distance, a small passenger plane makes a sharp turn and plummets, veering at an unusual trajectory. Thick black smoke billows from its right wing.

A fighter jet closes in from behind as the passenger plane plunges into the distance, skimming beneath the low-hanging clouds.

In an instant, it merges with the smoke.

He watches calmly, then looks down to confirm that his message has been sent successfully before turning to leave.

The dust floats in the wind and settles on his shoulder.

In a world where people depart at any moment, he simply reaches out to brush off the dust before walking away in the direction he came from.

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[T/N]

*: 意外 (yìwài) is the keyword of this date. It refers to something unforeseen, whether a surprising event or an unfortunate incident. This word generally means "unexpected" or "accident." But to keep the repetition intact and considering how, more often than not, it carries a slightly negative connotation of things going wrong, I choose to only use "accident" to translate the word throughout the whole date.

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—[Part 2]— Video Timestamp: [04:02]

Plop—

Hearing the abrupt noise, I immediately press myself against the wall, shaking as I tighten my grip on the scalpel in my hand.

In my narrow field of vision, a hunched old woman passes by the intersection.

Her figure is shrouded in gray, and with each unsteady step, a patch of nearly black bloodstain on her back comes into view, sending a violent shudder through me.

I finally realize that I haven’t truly escaped death—

I’ve merely fallen from one desperate situation into another.

Three hours ago.

Co-Pilot: We are currently unable to determine the captain’s physical and mental condition...

Co-Pilot: Amid the chaos, the aircraft veered off its autopilot route and entered the airspace of a conflict zone, where it encountered a warning attack...

Co-Pilot: Although we managed to make an emergency landing, the current situation remains unclear...

Co-Pilot: We will continue to do everything possible to contact the airline and relevant authorities.

In a crude medical shelter, with his right arm wrapped in a rough bandage, the co-pilot speaks heavily.

Several fellow passengers frown, wanting to say something, but in the end, it turns into a few muttered curses.

Faced with the absent-minded captain, he almost single-handedly managed to execute an emergency landing in the woods.

He then proceeded to provide emergency bandages to the more seriously injured passengers in an orderly manner.

With the communication equipment failing, he relies on his memory of the flight path before the crash, leading the group toward a possible inhabited area.

It wasn’t until dark that we finally found a rundown bungalow on the city's outskirts, flying a Red Cross flag, where we fortunately received temporary assistance.

Everything feels like some kind of miracle in the midst of immense misfortune.

Co-Pilot: I suggest we stay here for now. This place is relatively safe and on the other hand...

Co-Pilot: We have several seriously injured passengers who can’t be easily moved.

Passenger: Can’t we ask them to go somewhere with a signal and contact the embassy for us?

As the words are spoken, the rushing wind carries a pungent scent of blood. They speak anxiously in a language we don't understand, pushing a surgical trolley as they rush into the building.

They already have their hands full with the constant influx of injured people.

No one speaks again, and I lower my head as well.

By great fortune, I’ve survived the disaster.

Gratitude and trance consume me at the same time. At this moment, I don’t even know how much time has passed—it feels like time has frozen into a blurry black mass.

Will Lucien know that something has happened to me?

Will my flight make the news as a ghost flight? Will he see the reports saying my fate is unknown?

I bite my lips tightly, trying to force my muddled mind to think, but my eyes slowly grow wet.

I can’t even imagine what Lucien would look like at that moment, but I know very well that staying here is the safest and most responsible choice for both him and me.

...I must survive.

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Boom—The distant sound of what seems to be a collapse suddenly pulls me back to reality.

We’ve underestimated the level of chaos here; accidents can happen at any moment.

The conflict has reached the camp, and in the urgent evacuation, there’s only a loud noise left in the world.

When I come to my senses, I find myself alone, with nothing but a rust-covered scalpel that I don’t even remember holding.

The streets are even more desolate after dark, and I force myself to stay alert almost instinctively.

What should I do? How can I survive?

Only deathly silence answers me.

I clench my hand repeatedly, trying to force myself to stop trembling, but it’s no use.

Suddenly, a click sounds from behind me, and a cold sweat instantly soaks my skin.

Someone has appeared behind me, stepping on shards of glass.

I tremble so much that I can barely breathe, forcing myself to silently hide the scalpel in my sleeve. Turning around, I raise both hands to show that I mean no harm.

What comes into view is a pair of black leather shoes covered in ashes, yet there’s not a single crease or scuff on them.

They are not combat boots, nor do they bear any traces of blood, which makes me breathe a sudden and grateful sigh of relief.

Perhaps someone from the medical team has found me. With that thought in mind, I lift my head, only to find myself staring into a pair of familiar eyes.

Those dark, indifferent eyes seem to contract intensely the moment they see me.

The world suddenly loses all sound, and on the eerily empty street, Lucien stands across from me.

MC: ….

I don’t dare to move, not even to blink.

It feels like a grand hallucination on the verge of collapse, one that’s ready to burst like a bubble the moment I move.

My blurred vision makes his face even more indistinct, and that figure also seems to walk toward me in a daze.

He, too, seems to hold his breath. His steps gradually quicken, stirring the hem of his coat and the dust in the air until he stops right in front of me.

His chest seems to tremble uncontrollably, and his slightly shaking fingertips fall upon my face. Cold. Undeniably real.

Lucien: …MC?

His low, hoarse voice feels both near and distant, leaving me dazed as I gaze at him, feeling his uneasy yet fearful touch brush against my cheek.

MC: …Lucien, is it really… you?

MC: Am I… going insane?

Lucien: [his shaky breath as he speaks༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽] …Fool, how could I… be just your hallucination?

He lifts my hand and brushes it against his cheek as if confirming*.

The cold, dry sensation spreads through my fingertips, and just like that, the tension that had been stretched to its limit finally snaps.

MC: Lucien…..

MC: Lucien… I’m… so scared…

I don’t know how I appear in his eyes at this moment. All I want is to hold him tightly. To be held tightly by him.

His unbearably tight embrace brings pain, but it’s the reality I desperately need right now.

This man who has always been effortlessly composed now seems to have lost all sense of restraint.

Lucien: [still shakily gasping] …It’s okay.

Lucien: It’s okay now… MC.

He murmurs the words over and over, I don’t even know if he’s saying them for me or for himself.

Lucien: I’m here…

Lucien: I'm right here by your side... Don't be afraid...

The head resting against my shoulder feels so, so heavy as if something even weightier has sunk into the depth of our souls along with it.

I don’t know how long I’ve been crying.

Only when I have finally let out all my emotions and lean into his embrace do I realize that I’ve arrived in a warm place—

Surrounded by irregular rock walls, the air is filled with a damp, mineral scent.

The rising steam soothes my nerves, and I tug at his collar with more ease.

MC: It's okay now, Lucien...

MC: I'm not afraid anymore...

Lucien: [in a soft, hoarse voice] I’m afraid.

His voice is so faint it feels like a figment of my imagination. I want to turn my head to look at him but find myself gently and firmly held in his embrace.

Lucien: It’s safe here. I’m staying here for now.

Peering over his shoulder, I see an open door leading to a clean bed, a few sofas, and a table.

In the corner of my vision, a gray toothbrush rests inside a glass cup, and the razor I gave him is neatly placed.

I freeze for a moment, feeling like something is off.

MC: Didn’t you say you were on a business trip…?

Lucien: I am, and I’ve indeed been staying here for a few days.

Lucien: I know you must have a lot of questions. To be honest, so do I.

Lucien: But right now… there’s something even more important to me.

Following his lowered gaze, I see the dirt covering me and my tattered clothes, torn in places I don’t know.

My drooping strands of hair are covered in dust, resting against Lucien’s clean shirt.

MC: I got your shirt dirty.

Lucien: ...Stop saying such silly things.

He gently pecks the space between my brows, his fingertips naturally undoing the loosened buttons on my clothes.

MC: Lu—!

Lucien: Shh….

His lips move downward, pressing insistently against the corner of mine.

Though very light, it is filled with an undeniable firmness.

Lucien: [gasps breathlessly] Don’t push me away.

Lucien: [X2] I also need to confirm that you're really here with me.

Lucien: [X3] Let me help you… okay?

It isn’t really a question. His voice lingers at the edge of my lips, flowing with his breath, making my head feel light and dazed. Instinctively, I nod at him.

His fingers move slowly yet deftly. Bit by bit, patches of deep bruises become more visible.

His warmth spreads through me faster than the cold.

I’m too embarrassed to look at him, so I bury my face deep into his chest instead. I feel him scoop me up in his arms and carefully lower me into the bathtub’s warm water.

The sudden heat stings me, jolting me awake as I grab Lucien’s wrist.

MC: Wait, the other passengers I was with, because of the conflict, they’re now…

Lucien: Don’t worry, someone will take care of it.

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] Right now, only you matter the most to me.

There seems to be something growing wildly beneath his calm gaze. He subtly and seamlessly intertwines his fingers with mine, gently submerging my body into the water.

The deep and shallow bruises appear even more striking in the clear water. A dull ache seeps into the water, causing a small, instinctive sigh to spill from my lips.

Lucien: Relax.

He applies slight pressure, gently prying apart my fingers that are curled around my knees. Carefully avoiding the bruises on my thighs, his hand presses downward.

MC: [moans] L-lucien…

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] I just want to help you relax a little more.

Lucien: [gently] At least for this moment, be a good girl... okay?

Another question that isn’t really a question.

I can’t get a single word out**, so I can only bite my lower lip, watching as he kneels by the bathtub, a soft towel in his hand, lightly stroking over my arm.

Lucien: Does it hurt?

His low, hoarse voice is caught in his throat as if suppressing something before finally smoothing into a calm steadiness.

MC: …A little.

Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers softly] Then I’ll be gentler.

His gentle, unhurried touch warms one arm before moving to the other. Then, it follows the top of my foot, slowly moving upward.

As he leans down, his large shadow envelops my whole body, and I instinctively tremble with each faint mark he leaves behind.

Something seems to be stirring madly in his calm gaze, suppressed within his silence, driving him to confirm me even more deeply and intimately.

I feel as if I’m sinking into the warm water, yet also weightlessly floating with it, my hands instinctively clutching the fabric at his chest tightly.

Lucien: [HOLY THE BREATHLESSNESS AND SUDDEN URGENCY?] …bear with it a little longer… wait for me...

As if to soothe, his even more scorching lips descend, teasingly hooking and coaxing my lips and tongue, relentlessly drawing me in.

At some point, his entire body has also become drenched, his drooping bangs soaked with water, revealing those unfathomably profound eyes.

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] I'll help you get rid of all the pain.

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[T/N]

*: the wording in Chinese is ambiguous; it could mean either that he is making sure she’s not his hallucination or that he’s reassuring her that he’s real :") and this ambiguousness HURTS bc you know that he also has the same fear as her (this will be expanded more later on memory silhouette). This guy really said, "…Fool, how could I… be just your hallucination?" yet he’s in disbelief himself that she’s real and I’m just SOB-

**: 说不出任何话 literally means "can't say any words at all." However, the nuance is deeper than just the inability to speak. It can imply being so overwhelmed by emotions (orcoughpleasurecough) that speaking becomes impossible. Besides being overwhelmed, it’s also often used when somebody wants to say something but physically/emotionally just cannot.

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—[Part 2]— Video Timestamp: [10:36]

Even when carried to the bed, my whole body still feels light and weightless.

An oversized shirt is put over me, its scent different from the dense smell of gunpowder as it carries the light freshness of grass that I’m familiar with.

Lucien casually changes into fresh clothes, grabs a few towels, then pulls me into his arms and smooths back my damp hair.

MC: …How about I do it myself?

MC: It’s inconvenient for you like this, and it’ll just get your clothes wet again.

Lucien: But it seems my hands can’t let go of you… they need your warmth even more.

His gentle yet firm fingertips stroke the back of my neck, resting the side of my forehead against his shoulder. His legs settle on either side of me, enclosing me within his territory.

The world is enveloped in tranquility, with only the rustling sound of a towel rubbing against damp hair remaining.

MC: It must be pretty inconvenient for you here too, there’s not even a hairdryer.

Lucien: Don’t worry, the equipment here is a bit more complete than you think.

His low voice brushes past my ear, making me look up in confusion.

MC: Then why do you…

Lucien: Sound of the hairdryer would make you uncomfortable, so this will do.

I freeze for a moment. That trace of distant rumble and roar still seems to be howling, yet at this moment, they appear to settle into a quiet stillness within his deep eyes.

Only now do I notice more clearly that he seems to be slowing down his breathing as if he's cradling something fragile.

MC: …Do I look like a total mess?

Lucien: How could that be? To me, I never would have imagined that in a place as desolate and ruined as this…

Lucien: I could still be lucky enough to encounter such a beautiful and resilient color.

Lucien: Even though I never wanted you to be here.

Lucien: I can’t help but wonder… if I hadn’t stepped out the door today if I hadn’t turned left...

His words come to an abrupt halt, followed quickly by a faint chuckle that carries a touch of self-mockery.

Like a staunch materialist*, yet hesitating over irrational ‘what ifs’.

The rhythmic beating of his heart echoes in my ears, but that subtle, unintentional quickening of its pace seems to take on another name—

It’s called ‘lingering fear’**.

The arm holding me seems to tighten in the next moment, and I can’t help but clutch the front of his shirt, burrowing myself even deeper into his embrace.

Lucien: Right now, I’m already by your side.

Lucien: I’ll take responsibility for driving away all those unpleasant things lingering in your brain.

MC: Really?

Lucien smiles lightly, and the tension in his brows and eyes finally eases slightly.

Lucien: [chuckles] As a brain scientist, it would be difficult for me to lie to you about this.

Seeing him feign seriousness while explaining, I can’t hide my laughter at his dry joke.

MC: Lucien, let me tell you about my brush with death.

MC: Maybe facing it head-on will make it less frightening.

Lucien doesn’t speak for a moment, only silently changing to a new towel.

I rarely see him like this, so I can’t resist reaching out and gently smooth the furrow between his brows.

MC: [worriedly] Do you want to hear it?

Lucien: …Perhaps, the one who is more afraid is me.

He closes his eyes, presses a light kiss to my fingertips, and finally looks at me with an even deeper calm.

Lucien: I’ll do my best to hold back the ache in my heart and listen carefully.

MC: Lucien, you’re just as much a fool as I am.

Lucien: [genuinely] You're probably the only person in the world who would praise me like that.

In his tender, lingering kisses, I finally steady my mind.

MC: Actually, I still don’t have a clear understanding of what exactly happened during that time.

MC: I only heard the co-pilot say that the captain suddenly had some kind of mental issue…?

MC: Later, our plane accidentally entered a no-fly zone, was threatened, and ultimately had to make an emergency landing.

Lucien's breathing seems to have stagnated for a moment, and his eyes droop slightly.

Lucien: Your plane… Did the right wing get hit?

MC: Hmm? It seems... to be true?

MC: I was sitting on the plane's right side at the time, and all I could see was black smoke. But I was so scared then that I couldn't really tell...

Recalling that scene, I still instinctively curl up in lingering fear, not noticing the way his eyes suddenly contract sharply.

MC: But luckily, everyone was safe. We just kept walking and were rescued by a local civilian medical organization.

MC: But the scene was too chaotic. Later, the gathering site was also affected, and I got separated from the main group during the evacuation.

I pause, looking into his eyes with mixed emotions.

MC: And then I met you.

MC: …All of this is just too unbelievable.

MC: The accidents in this world really catch people completely off guard. I feel like I’ve had the worst luck… but at the same time, I also seem exceptionally fortunate.

Lucien: ….

He falls silent again, it's unclear what he is thinking.

I don’t know how much time has passed. After ensuring my hair has been completely dried, he casually throws the damp towels aside.

The world suddenly quiets down, and Lucien wordlessly raises his hand, his fingertips gently brushing over the bruises on my body.

As our skin touches, a slight itch ripples through my skin, accompanied by an extremely faint pain sensation.

Thinking of his confirmation in the bathtub not long ago, I can’t help but feel my face grow slightly warm again.

I lift my head and kiss the corner of his lips, lingering until our breaths intertwine, then smile and wink at him.

MC: [smiles softly] Don’t worry. With you here, I already feel much better.

MC: When I get up tomorrow, I’ll definitely return to full strength. Then, we can…

As I speak, I suddenly stop, realizing something.

MC: Are we... still near this area?

Seeing him respond softly, my heart tightens.

MC: You said you’ve been here for a few days, so that closed-off lab you mentioned... is it here?

Lucien: Yes.

Lucien: Even though this place is far from tranquil, I have a reason that makes it necessary for me to be here.

His voice possesses a certain indifference and resolve. I gaze at him for a moment before slowly speaking.

MC: Are you doing something dangerous?

Lucien: ….

Under my gaze, Lucien remains silent for a long time, long enough that I almost think he will find some way to sidestep the topic until his low voice finally breaks the silence.

Lucien: The research institution I’m working with now is one I had contact with years ago when I first joined BS.

Lucien: They have a considerable amount of multinational projects, as well as some that can hardly be called ethical or compliant. In one way or another, some covert dealings are involved.

Lucien: All I can say is, yes. The things I’m doing are not safe.

Lucien: So I hope you don’t go anywhere and just stay by my side.

Seeing him be especially frank about his thoughts, I can’t hold back my smile.

MC: Lucien, I'm not asking about myself, I'm asking if you will be in danger.

He freezes for a moment, then smiles without the slightest hesitation.

Lucien: [totally not lying-] No, I won’t.

Lucien: I should be able to get what I want soon, so don’t worry.

He presses a light kiss to my forehead, pulls back the blanket, and wraps me in its softness.

Lucien: [chuckles] But… I think that’s enough of a bedtime story for now.

Lucien: Just like you said, I want to see you full of energy as soon as possible, smiling without any worries or strain.

Looking at his incredibly close face, I smile and lean in closer to his scent.

MC: What should I do? I’m still a little reluctant to sleep.

MC: It might be a bit late to say this now, but after so many days apart, I’ve really missed you all along.

Lucien: Me too.

Lucien: So all you need to do is close your eyes, I will always let you feel my presence and longing.

Like finally returning to the most secure and reassuring home***, I relax and close my eyes.

One after another, incomparably intimate and affectionate kisses fall upon my face and between my lips, as if scattering in tiny, delicate fragments that sink into the depths of my heart—

—until I fall into an exceedingly gentle dream.

.

.

.

When I open my eyes again, daylight is already shining brightly.

Lucien isn’t by the bed. As I get up and step out of bed, I notice that my wounds seem to have been tended once more.

MC: Lucien…?

The room is quiet. Breakfast is laid out on the table, along with a laptop and a slightly old-fashioned phone.

He hasn’t left a note, but I still smile with an unspoken understanding.

I’m just about to wash up when the phone screen suddenly lights up. A message pops up, showing Lucien’s number.

Lucien's message: Good morning MC. I’m already at the lab.

Lucien's message: I’ve arranged for someone to contact and assist the passengers who were with you, so there’s no need to worry.

Lucien's message: I’ve also informed your company that you’re safe. Work matters can be left to them for now.

Lucien's message: Get some rest, I’ll return as soon as I can.

Sunlight spills in from the balcony, and a gentle breeze brushes against my face, carrying a touch of winter’s coldness.

Yet, I don’t feel the biting cold. Instead, there’s a sense of warmth and security.

Though the scene before me remains desolate and ruined, the world feels tranquil right now, free of the terrifying tumultuous noise.

I step onto the balcony and see golden light magnanimously illuminating the earth. A small bird perches under the eaves, occasionally lowering its head to preen its feathers.

A faint wave of emotion wells up in my heart. Perhaps this place would have been entirely different if not for all the turmoil.

But what I’ve never noticed is—

—the little bird on the eaves has only one wing.

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[T/N]

*: Materialism is a philosophical belief that only physical matter exists and that everything can be explained through the physical world and natural laws. It also can be a philosophical viewpoint that denies the existence of the spiritual world, fate, and alternative possibilities as only physical matter exists. Materialists prioritize what can be observed, measured, and tested. Lucien mocks himself for speculating about "what ifs", because it involves considering possibilities that may have no empirical grounding, which contradicts materialist core belief that only the physical matters.

**: "后怕" doesn’t refer to *just* fear, but a delayed sense of fear, a realization of how terrifying something was only after it has already passed. He has just come to the realization of how close he was to losing her forever, and it filled him with 后怕. In some contexts, it can even be directly translated into PTSD.

***: I translated it as 'home' for brevity, but the term "归处" (guīchù) is composed of two characters: "归" (guī), meaning "to return", "to belong", or "to take refuge", and "处" (chǔ), meaning "place" or "location". Together, "归处" conveys the idea of a refuge or a place where one truly belongs. For MC, Lucien is not just a home to return to, but also her 'place' of belonging, someone 'where' her heart feels at peace, much like a final destination where one finds solace and stability.

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Part 4 & 5-> [Here]

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Voice Like Silk: Phone Sexy Times With Gavin HC

Now I know I did something similar just a few days ago. But this is a little different! No FaceTiming and all voice! @stehkotori this one’s for you! Hope you enjoy your birthday! Read the goods under the cut!

Warning: More smutty goodness!

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Gavin will never turn down a chance to talk to you on the phone, even when he’s out on a mission. 

Always finds a way to be alone and away from the sea of agents that would jump on chance to listen in on their superior’s conversation. 

Eli has heard you two at least twice and has only teased Gavin about it once. ONCE. He will snicker when Gavin suddenly has to excuse himself when you call and Gavin will almost always shoot him a death glare.

Your conversations never start off risque. Its a gradual process unless you two got the party started through indecent text messages beforehand. 

You: Its such a shame I’m wearing your favorite lingerie and you’re not here to see it.

Gavin: Which one? Please don’t tell me its the blue one.

Then you send him a picture of you clad in his favorite lingerie its definitely the blue one WITH THE GARTER BELT and he’s ready to go! 

Gavin learns to be really good at giving instructions and just...TALKING. You always said he made you feel like he was in the room with you and his voice being a few octaves lower than what you were used to makes for soaked panties instantly.

“Leave the bra on and pinch your nipples for me. They’re sensitive? Do it gently and think of me sucking on them, swiveling my tongue around them. Want me to bite them too? I’ll bite them as hard as you want.” 

Once he hears you panting he’ll pull out his throbbing member from his pants, stroking himself to the rhythm of your shallow breaths.

“Your panties are probably wet right now. Push them to the side and check for me. Yeah? I want you to touch yourself. Put the phone close, so I can hear just how wet you are for me. Fuck, that’s my girl...” The way he whispers that last part has you going insane with need. 

There are only two things he dislikes about phone sex. 

One being, he couldn’t see you. He couldn’t see when a hand cups your breast, pinching your fully erect nipple and the other slowly slides down your stomach, slipping through the hem of your soaked panties. He could only conjure up an image of the beautiful expression you wore on your face, as you brought yourself over the edge. 

Two, he couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t bring you the pleasure you most desired. He wished it was his fingers making slow circular motions around your clit then use two of his fingers to slide into you. In and out....slow and agonizing. Gavin wanted nothing more than to be the one to make you moan his name as he licked the spot on your neck where he left a hickey.  He could almost feel your juices coating his fingers.

“Baby, I-I need you.” Fuck. 

Gavin is really good with prolonging his release. He ALWAYS wants to make you cum first especially when he can’t physically be there. 

Just know when he gets back he’s going to make up for his absence ten-fold! 

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[thedummysdummy]

A Surprise Trip

"Why are you sighing over that magazine again?" 

Victor dried his hands on the kitchen towel and glanced at the girl from the corner of his eye. She leaned heavily against the table with her cheek in her palm and a frown on her face. A short shake of her head was the only response, to which Victor grumbled. "Don't give me that. I heard you sighing in that way you sigh when you want me to ask you what is wrong." 

The girl's head shot up with furrowed eyebrows and a scowl. "I do not want you to ask me anything! I'm just looking at these beautiful flowers and wishing I had a flower garden of my own to work on." Her eyes glittered for a moment until she realized she'd fallen right into his trap. 

"I see," Victor replied with the edge of a chuckle tucked into the underside of his words. "Well, a certain dummy should stop fantasizing about flower gardens and start getting ready for work. We need to leave soon or you'll be late." 

"Don't you mean WE will be late?" she teased, though she did close the cover of the magazine and stretch, a small squeak escaping her lips and her belly poking out as her arms rose above her head. Victor sighed and pulled out her chair for her so she had no excuse to continue lounging at the table. 

Minutes later Victor's car hummed down the black pavement that led to their places of work. The girl's fingers gently traced the creases in Victor's palm and he closed his hand, enclosing her fingers in his warmth. “I’ll be back to pick you up at 5pm, so make sure you get your work done on time today. And I’m claiming your weekend.” 

“Whatever you say, Boss.” The girl giggled and tickled Victor’s palm to free her fingers. The sound of her laughter fell on Victor’s ears like honey, encasing his heart in warm sweetness. He grasped her hand tighter. She did not fight him. Instead she leaned over and kissed his cheek as they pulled up to her office. “And don’t worry. I’ll make sure I’m even done early so you don’t have to wait for me!” 

“Bold words for someone who couldn’t even get ready on her own this morning.” Victor chuckled to himself as the girl exited the car and shot him a dirty look of annoyance, tinged with fondness. His eyes remained glued to her back as she retreated into the building and paused at the door to turn back and wave. Victor humored her with a half wave, pulled out his phone, and roared back onto the highway. 

~~~

For once it wasn’t too hard to keep her promise to Victor. The next big release wasn’t for another two weeks and the last film shoot had already been edited. The girl futzed around her office most of the day, watching her employees as they worked on their individual projects. By the time lunch rolled around, she was playing a mobile game on her phone at her desk. 

A knock on the doorframe jerked her attention away from the glowing screen. Kiki stood in the doorway with a large grin on her face. “Your hottie is here to see you. I think he brought you lunch. Lucky!” The girl jumped up from her desk, causing Kiki to laugh. “Don’t look so excited, Boss. You’ll have Anna in here teasing you again!” 

The girl laughed along with her friend and followed her out to the main area of the office, where Victor stood with a takeout container. His eyes brightened as his fiance crossed the room hastily and wrapped her arms around his middle. “I didn’t expect to see you this early, Victor? Slow day at the office?” She looked upwards with those large eyes that made a shiver race down Victor’s spine and he took a deep breath. 

“Is it ever a slow day at LFG? I simply knew that my dummy hadn’t packed lunch and didn’t want to hear her complain about how starving she was when I picked her up after work.” He handed over the takeout container, but did not turn to leave. Recognizing the tell-tale signs of a clingy Victor, the girl took his hand and hauled him toward her office. 

She gestured to her extra chair and closed the door before setting the food down on the desk. “Thank you for the lunch, Victor. But it’s pretty heavy! You brought food for both of us, didn’t you?” 

Victor chuckled and opened the container, producing two forks and handing one to the girl. “I will not deny that there is enough food in there for two people who eat regular portions,” he teased. He sat down and scooped a spoonful of steaming rice and sauce into his mouth. The girl needed no further invitation; she dropped into her own chair and joined Victor in eating from the dish. It didn’t take long for the pair to empty the container and lean back slightly in their chairs. Victor placed his fork in the box and gestured to the computer. “Are you on track to leave on time this evening?” 

“Actually, I’ve run out of things to do. I-”

“Perfect. Gather your things, then. We’ll be off.” Victor cut the girl off and stood, sweeping the container into the trash at the same time. The girl opened her mouth to question him, but decided against it. Instead, a giggle slipped from her lips and she returned her belongings to her purse. This had been his plan the whole time, hadn’t it? She wasn’t given much time to contemplate his sneakiness before Victor grabbed her hand and hauled her out of the office. 

The employees didn’t seem concerned at all as Victor hauled their boss through the office toward the hallway. “See you on Monday!” they all called, chuckling and shooting each other knowing looks. A blush crept over her cheeks and she did her best to hide it as she obediently allowed Victor to drag her out into the hallway. 

“So what have you planned that you need my entire weekend?” the girl asked as they walked down the hallway toward the elevator. “You are lucky I don’t have a lot of work to keep me busy!” 

Victor chuckled and pressed the ‘down’ button. “Luck has nothing to do with it. I’m your boss, remember? I have access to your work schedule. I knew you wouldn’t be too busy this weekend.” He seemed quite pleased with himself and the girl couldn’t help but laugh. They exited the building and Victor opened the car door, ensured the girl was safely buckled inside, and climbed into the driver’s side. 

“You still didn’t answer my question,” the girl complained, though it seemed Victor had no inclination to give away his plans. He turned out of the office parking lot and onto the road leading away from their home. This only served to mystify her further as she watched the city pass by outside the window. They left the urban landscape and wound their way through the suburbs and into the countryside where homes spread farther and farther apart in the landscape. 

The road became familiar. A smile crossed the girl’s face and she squeezed Victor’s hand. “Are we headed for the house in the country? But…I didn’t pack a bag or anything!” 

“Just relax. I packed for you, obviously. Now sit back in your seat and rest until we arrive. I don’t want to hear about how tired my dummy is all weekend.” Victor chuckled as the girl obediently leaned back and closed her eyes without releasing any of the grip on his fingers. She soon began softly snoring. Her hand slipped from Victor’s and he shifted to rest his arm on her chair and bury his fingers in her hair. The afternoon sun was warm as it drifted through the car windows and settled on his arms and face. 

He slowed the car and rolled down the window, allowing the scent of fresh-cut hay and warm dirt to fill his nostrils. Victor took a deep breath and let it out with a smile. The road drifted lazily through the countryside landscape like a ribbon of black across a green dress. Sunflowers grew tall and bright on either side of the pavement and waved in the gentle breeze. 

Victor slowed further and turned into a parking lot on the south side of the road. The shop was small, but a huge yard out back sported plants of all shapes and sizes. Victor parked near the door and turned off the engine, which caused the girl’s eyes to flicker open. “Are we there already?” she mumbled through a mouthful of sleep. 

“Not quite. We had to make a stop first. Come on, wake up and let’s go inside.” Victor unbuckled the girl’s seatbelt and hurried to her door to open it for her. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, taking Victor’s hand before realizing where they were.

“Victor…a plant nursery? What are we doing here?” 

A look of consternation crossed Victor’s face before he rolled his eyes. “Getting a puppy.” The girl’s eyes widened in surprise and Victor scoffed. “Dummy, what do you think we’re doing at a plant nursery? We’re getting plants.”

She immediately felt her cheeks flushing red as Victor chuckled and led her into the shop. Red wagons waited outside the door and the girl grabbed one with a wide grin, ignoring Victor’s sigh as he withdrew his hand from the regular cart. “What kinds of flowers are we getting? Or are we getting vegetables? Are we planting them at the cottage house?”

“The answer is going to be ‘none of the above’ if a certain dummy doesn’t stop asking so many questions.” Victor’s face was stern, but his voice flowed with indulgence. He allowed the girl to step inside first with her wagon rolling noisily across the concrete. Her eyes were bright with excitement as she began looking at the various indoor plants which greeted her. “We are here for outdoor plants, so don’t get attached to anything in here. We might as well go straight outside.” 

The girl nodded and dragged her wagon through the large barn-style doors that led to the yard. She immediately felt like she had stepped into a jungle of color and scent. Tall trees mingled with rows of roses and petunias, climbing vines and low swathes of ground cover. Lavender and sweet honeysuckle scented the air she pulled into her lungs. “How much space is there?” 

“As much space as you like. We’ll make room,” Victor replied. He gently took the girl’s hand in his own and allowed her to lead him deeper into the yard. Neither seemed to feel any sense of hurry; quite to the contrary, they strolled at the pace of a pair seemingly desiring the moment to never end. The girl stopped often to bury her nose in blossoms and draw in deep breaths while Victor’s eyes were particularly soft on her back. 

Little by little the red wagon filled with asters, pink camellias, red and pink carnations, hibiscus, and red and orange roses. The girl showed Victor each plant with excitement before tenderly placing it in the wagon with the others until it was completely full. “I guess we ought to call that good,” she finally murmured, examining the haul. 

Victor nodded and gestured back to the shop. “Let’s go inside and get garden fabric and mulch as well.” He grabbed an abandoned cart and pushed it ahead of him, pausing by a display containing bags upon bags of colored wood chips. He squinted at the color options for a few moments, glanced upward in thought, and selected the dark brown. Rolls of bed fabric, stakes, and various hand tools finished filling the second cart and Victor returned to the girl’s side. “This ought to be sufficient.” 

The girl caught hold of the hem of Victor’s shirt as she followed him to the counter, her wagon still clanking noisily behind her. One by one she handed the delicate little plants to Victor to be placed on the counter, her fingers lingering on his with each touch. He paid, packed their new belongings back in the carts, and back to the car they went. 

“Aren’t you worried about getting dirt in the car?” the girl asked, concern coloring her voice. Victor shook his head and began unloading the plants and supplies into his trunk. What’s a little dirt, his expression said. She shrugged and joined him, and soon the trunk nearly overflowed with greenery. Victor closed it with caution and brushed the dirt from his hands, kissed the warm top of the girl’s head, and returned the carts while she climbed back inside the car. 

There was more warmth in the rest of the drive than the sun could achieve on its own. Intertwined fingers passed heat back and forth while a comfortable silence allowed touch to carry the conversation. Victor and the girl wandered the paths of their own thoughts until they arrived at the white picket fence of the country house. “We’re here. Let’s get everything unloaded and into the garage before it begins to wilt.” 

The girl nodded and hopped out of the car, not even waiting for Victor to open the door for her. With tender care the couple moved the plants from the trunk to the bench in the garage where the window allowed sunshine to reach them. Victor located a hose and an attachment, watered the plants, and hung the hose on a nearby hook. 

“I think we should wait until tomorrow morning to start planting these. I’m sure someone is getting hungry by now.” Victor placed a warm hand on the top of the girl’s head and chuckled as her stomach chose that particular moment to rumble. Her ears burned, but she did her best to appear calm. “That’s what I thought. Come now, inside we go. I had groceries delivered this afternoon. I’ll get our bags.” 

Victor pulled two small travel bags from the back seat of the car and led the girl to the front door. He fumbled with the keys for a moment before the girl snatched them. “Your hands are full, dummy. Let me unlock the door.” She grinned cheekily at Victor and located the key labeled “C.” It slid easily into the lock and turned with a click. 

Cool air rushed out to meet the girl as she swung the door open and stepped inside. Victor followed directly behind, slipping off his shoes and stepping into slippers while setting their bags on the entry floor. A faint scent of lemon filled the air, a byproduct of the cleaning that had obviously been done earlier in the day. The girl looked at Victor quizzically. “How long have you been planning this?” 

“Since I dropped you off at work this morning,” Victor replied distractedly. He picked up their bags again and carried them into the master bedroom, leaving the girl alone in the entry. But not for long; by the time she had unlaced her work shoes and removed them, Victor had returned in a casual t-shirt and shorts. He dropped to one knee next to the girl and began massaging her feet, receiving a sigh of pleasure in return. The stress of the week melted away at the touch of his hands.

Another rumble from her stomach ended the massage. Victor returned to his feet and headed for the kitchen. “Go change into something more comfortable. I’ll make a cup of tea for you to sip while I cook dinner.” 

The girl needed no more persuasion. She disappeared into the bedroom while Victor opened the fridge and pulled out a variety of ingredients. Before long the scent and sound of sizzling steak and bubbling broth filled the open space. The girl drifted in on the current of lovely scent, settling at the counter where a cup of jasmine tea steamed. She sipped quietly as Victor’s confidence filled the space. His exposed biceps caught her attention, followed by the abdominals that pressed against the thin fabric of his shirt. 

He seemed to know exactly where the girl’s eyes were focused and flexed perhaps just a little more broadly than cooking really required. While slicing carrots, he slipped a sliver into his mouth and paused when the girl asked, “Can I have a bite, too?” A mischievous glint came to Victor’s eye and he leaned over the counter. His lips pressed firmly against hers and when he pulled away, half the carrot stick remained in her mouth. 

A memory of her previous (failed) attempt at this game filled the girl’s memory, bringing a smile to her face. “I doubt any of the other carrot sticks will taste as good as that one,” she teased, to which Victor placed another piece between his teeth and repeated his motion. 

“How about that one?” he teased back, removing the steak from the burner and checking in on his soup and potatoes. She flushed and he laughed as he assembled the salad, filled their plates, and joined her at the counter. 

No matter how many times she had Victor’s food, it never ceased to amaze her. Even the most simple of dishes somehow managed to taste magical. Small sounds of pleasure followed each bite, causing the corners of Victor’s lips to twitch upward. It seemed the meal was a success. 

The clock chimed 5 in the parlor and the girl giggled. “Time to go home from work. I told you that I’d be done on time and you wouldn’t have to wait for me.” 

“Sometimes you manage to keep your word,” Victor replied, chuckling and gathering up their plates. “Now let’s clean up so we can enjoy our evening without the dishes hanging over our heads.” 

The girl nodded and padded over to the sink to begin running the water. Victor scraped the remains of their meals into the bin, rinsed them, and slid them into the basin of hot and bubbly water. She stood with a sponge and washed the dishes, while Victor rinsed and dried them. He turned to put the last plate in the cupboard and the girl scooped up a large pile of bubbles, crept closer to Victor, and placed them on the top of his head. 

Victor looked at the girl with confusion until he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window. The pile of white suds jiggled as he moved, sticking to his unruly black hair. “What did you do that for?” he grumbled, narrowing his eyebrows in a way that caused the girl to burst out into laughter. He swiftly scooped up a handful of his own bubbles and stuck them to her face like a beard. For a moment she paused in shock, eyes wide as Victor began to laugh. 

As the shock wore off, the girl scooped up more bubbles and smashed them in Victor’s face. This seemed to be a declaration of all-out war, and within minutes the pair were soggy and bubbles were all over the floor and counters. They eventually ran out of bubbles and the girl flung herself into Victor’s arms, burying her face in his chest as she laughed.

“Now we need a shower,” Victor attempted to growl, but he couldn’t stop the laughter in his own voice. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up before a dummy catches cold and ruins the entire weekend.” 

“Yeah, it would sure be no fun to be your nursemaid all weekend,” the girl retorted, earning herself a moment of stunned silence from Victor. It didn’t last long, however, and she found herself being scooped up and carried toward the bathroom. She attempted to struggle, but his strong arms were like an iron cage that she could not escape.

He gently set her down on the tile floor of the bathroom and turned to warm the shower. The comforting sound of falling water and billowing clouds of steam soon enveloped the pair as they began to undress. Though instead of focusing on her own clothes, the girl wrapped her arms around Victor’s neck and grabbed his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head to reveal his well-toned chest. 

Victor rumbled slightly and one corner of his lip lifted mischievously. “So that’s the game we’re playing, hm?” He reciprocated, pulling the girl’s shirt over her head while she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them as the girl sought his lips. 

But Victor, feeling particularly like a tease, stood up tall so she could not reach. He finished undressing and whisked the girl into the shower, pressing her back against the cool tile and finally ensnaring her lips with his own. Her eyes closed as her back absorbed the cold of the tile and her front absorbed the heat of Victor’s chest. “Be good and don’t squirm,” he rumbled, biting her lip and collarbone as the hot water rolled down their glistening bodies. 

They did, in fact, manage to get clean before the hot water ran out and Victor handed the girl a towel. He dried his hair and wrapped his own towel around his waist, allowed the girl a moment to dry herself, and again scooped her up to carry her into the bedroom. She kicked and giggled, but made no real effort to escape her fiance’s arms. He deposited her on the bed and closed the bedroom door with his foot, more out of habit than necessity. 

The clock chimed ten as the pair finally settled and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.��

~~~

Morning dawned as sunny and bright as the day before. The girl woke to an empty bed and the scent of bacon drifting on the air. She stretched and slipped on her slippers, Victor’s shirt she had slipped on as pajamas hanging loosely around her shoulders. 

Said man was standing at the stove with a pair of tongs in one hand and a spatula in the other. A pile of lightly steaming blueberry pancakes sat on a plate next to the stove, while another plate with a layer of paper towels on it awaited the arrival of the bacon. “Good morning,” he called without so much as turning around.

“Good morning,” she replied cheerfully, used to Victor seeming to have a sixth sense which recognized her presence. She poured a cup of coffee from the pot and breathed in the fragrant steam while she watched Victor finish cooking. “Are you ready to get dirty today?” 

“Even dirtier than yesterday?” Victor teased. The girl laughed and he set a plate of breakfast in front of her. “Eat up. We have a lot of plants to get in the ground, and I don’t want to hear my dummy complaining that she’s weak and hungry from lack of food halfway through the job.” He gently pressed the tip of his pointer finger against the girl’s nose and sat down with his own breakfast. 

They soon stood outside the home on the north side, where the lawn went directly up to the steps. A pile of stone sat off to one side, yet another incident of Victor’s meticulous yet speedy planning. “Let’s use the stone to lay out the shape of the bed, then we can use the shovels to remove the grass.” 

The girl nodded and stared at the space a while, laying out the stones in multiple formations before settling on a shape. “This. I like this.” 

Victor nodded and began driving his shovel into the earth, using the spade to slice through the lawn and form the outline of the flowerbed-to-be. After a couple of strokes the girl caught on and began following suit, starting on the far and and working her way toward the center. With that done, they began pulling up the grass. It was so thick and matted that it rolled up neatly like sod, making the job much easier than it could have been. 

The sun felt much hotter as the pair pushed through the physical labor. Sweat dripped down Victor’s face and hair, clinging in glittering beads at the tips of his hair tufts. It only took him fifteen minutes to decide his shirt was unnecessary and he removed it, hanging it on the fence nearby. 

This…was distracting. The girl looked up every two minutes to stare at his glistening body, only to catch herself and lurch back into preparing the ground. Victor noticed, but simply smirked and flexed when he felt her eyes on him. “Grab the roll of fabric, will you? And the stakes and scissors.” He rose and stretched, his back crackling as his spine shifted back into alignment. 

The girl nodded and scurried over to the garage, soon returning with the requested items. She stood on one end of the bed while Victor unrolled the fabric and stretched it to the other side, jammed stakes in the dirt to hold it, and trimmed it to the correct size. The girl staked down her side and they repeated the process, this time cutting the edge to match the wavy design she had chosen. 

From there they laid out the plants in various formations, shifting and arranging until they were both pleased with the visual result. One by one they cut the fabric, dug the holes, and deposited the plants in their new homes until each had left its pot and landed in its final location. The final step was carefully emptying the bags of mulch around the plants and watering them well. 

“We did a pretty decent job,” Victor complimented, wrapping his arm around the girl’s shoulder. He was absolutely soaked with sweat and red from the top of his head to where his waistband cradled his torso. Neither of them had considered the need for sunscreen…

“We sure did. But you’re a tomato, Victor. We should get you inside to take a cool shower and apply some aloe.” 

Victor didn’t argue. A cool shower sounded lovely, despite the fact he didn’t feel all that burnt. He helped the girl gather their tools and garbage, put them away, and stepped into the house. The air conditioning felt wonderful against his damp skin. He peeled away from the girl and headed for the bathroom while she went for the medicine cabinet. A cry of surprise from the bathroom made her giggle; “Hell! You weren’t kidding about the sunburn…” 

When Victor emerged from the shower in his towel, the girl followed him into the bedroom. She held the bottle of aloe in one hand and squirted a generous dollop into her other hand, gently spreading it across Victor’s back as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He shivered slightly and his skin twitched at the cold gel, though the cooling sensation felt good as it settled in. The girl ensured she didn’t miss a single square inch of Victor before setting the bottle down and handing him a large glass of water and a pain killer. 

“You’ll get dehydrated very quickly with that much of you burnt. Make sure you drink lots of water while I make something for us to eat.” She watched until he emptied the glass and hurried to refill it for him. Victor sighed but allowed the girl to pamper him…just this once. It felt rather nice to be fussed over, really.

She soon returned with a sandwich and glass of water for each of them. Victor stood and returned to the living room, refusing to allow food to get in their bed. He sat without allowing his sticky back to touch the couch and ate his late lunch quietly. 

The girl joined in his silence for a long while, until she broke it with a sigh. “It’s nice being out here. Quiet, bright, a large yard and beautiful house…this would be a wonderful place to raise a family. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, where the kids can play outside without any worry. Pudding could lounge in the windowsill while we bake in the kitchen and the kids build forts in the backyard…” 

It did indeed form a picture of peace and love. Victor was startled for a moment at the thought of children of his own, but the feeling quickly was replaced by a deep longing for the scene the love of his life described. He could practically hear the patter of small feet up and down the hallways and see the sticky hand prints on the glass of the sliding door. A smile played with the corners of his lips and he set down his sandwich plate. He pulled the girl to his side despite the tackiness of the aloe still absorbing into his skin and kissed her cheek. 

“That would definitely be idyllic. This certainly isn’t the most convenient location for us to raise our children, but that doesn’t mean we can’t spend plenty of holidays here.” The girl felt warmth filling her heart as Victor spoke, and suddenly she could hardly wait for the future.

[thedummysdummy]

In Which Victor Gets Spoiled

Though the anniversary of his birth had never been something that Victor cared much about, this year he couldn't deny that he felt something akin to excitement. After all, things were quite different since the girl had taken to making sure the day was "special." 

She had been particularly secretive this year. And so, as the sun peeked through the crack in the dark curtains to wake him, Victor found himself waking with a smile on his face. The girl still snoozed at his side, her squeaky snores filling his heart with warmth. He rolled over onto his side and stared at her features for a long time. The way her eyelashes rested against her cheeks. The freckles that speckled her cheeks like stars. Her delicate nose and soft lips. Victor couldn’t help himself and scooped her into his arms, holding her close to his chest. 

The girl mumbled and adjusted her position slightly to more fully sink into his curves. Victor pressed his lips to her forehead and closed his eyes, content to lay there with the girl molded to his body as long as the peaceful moment could last. “Such a sleepy dummy,” he murmured, his hot breath rolling over her cheek. They lay there for another twenty minutes before the girl’s eyes slowly opened and she yawned widely. Her legs and feet stretched out to their full length and her body trembled slightly from the stretch. Victor chuckled and brushed her hair away from her eyes. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” 

“Good morning yourself,” she murmured, her words slightly slurred with drowsiness. She nuzzled into his chest and yawned again as his warmth soaked into her cheeks. “Did you get enough rest?” 

Victor nodded and gently ran his hand up and down the curve of her spine. “I always sleep well when you’re here with me, but you always make sure to ask the same question every morning. Don’t you ever tire of getting the same answer?” 

She giggled and pressed a kiss to his right breast. “Never. I could never tire of hearing that you actually got enough sleep. The CEO often doesn’t take the time to be well rested unless I’m there to make sure it happens!” Victor feigned offense, but the girl just continued to giggle and extracted herself from his embrace. “You especially better be well rested for today! I have the best birthday plan ever!” 

“We will see about that. A certain someone makes that claim every single year.” 

“But am I lying when I say it?”

Victor couldn’t help but laugh as he climbed out of bed and slid his feet into the slippers at the bedside. “No, I suppose not. But eventually you are going to run out of ways to ‘top last year.’”

“Such little faith in me! We will be old and grey before I run out of ways to remind you how lucky the world is that you were born.” The girl flashed Victor a dazzling smile and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Victor with just the lightest tinge of flush along his cheeks and eartips. 

The sound of the shower soon filled the bedroom through the cracked bathroom door. Victor gathered a clean set of casual clothing and slipped into the bathroom without so much as a knock. From the corner of her eye, the girl saw a movement in the room and stifled a gasp before her brain caught up. She would recognize that form anywhere… “Not even a knock, hmm? Someone is being particularly a rascal today!” 

Victor opened the shower door and stepped inside, a cheeky grin on his face. “It’s my birthday, isn’t it? And my dummy wants me to be happy, right?” He slid into the warm stream, wrapped his arms around her wet form, and pressed his lips firmly to hers to empty her lungs. “I would think that this ‘rascal’ can have anything he wants today.” 

Finding herself pinned to the wall of the shower, the girl simply nodded and attempted to catch her breath. “Just remember that we do need to actually get clean and dressed before we need to leave at 9!” 

“I suppose I can make that work,” Victor rumbled.

~~~

They did, indeed, make it out the front door by 9. Barely. Victor stepped out into the sunshine and squinted for a moment before lowering his sunglasses. He looked quite dapper in his solid polo and khaki shorts with shades. His keys jingled in his hand and he took the girl’s in his other. “Alright, you have to tell me where we’re going now.” 

“No I don’t,” the girl replied cheekily, ignoring Victor’s look of annoyance. He was about to argue when Goldman pulled up to the driveway with a wave. “See? I can keep the secret a little bit longer because you’re not driving!” Victor sighed and stepped up to open the car door for the girl, who gave him a kiss on the cheek as she passed. He only walked around the car to his own seat once he was sure she was securely buckled in. 

“Happy birthday, boss!” Goldman’s chipper voice came from the front seat. Victor nodded in acknowledgement and leaned back against the seat. He reached over and grabbed the girl’s hand, their fingers naturally intertwining. “Are we ready? Then off to stop one it is!” The car roared forward and toward the city center. None of the occupants made much conversation; they all seemed to be content with the comfortable atmosphere in the cabin. Victor ran his thumb over the girl’s palm as he looked out the window in an attempt to figure out where they were going. 

When they turned down a particularly familiar street, Victor turned to look at the girl with one eyebrow raised. “Souvenir? You’re bringing me to my own restaurant to make me cook you breakfast for my birthday?” 

The girl giggled and shook her head. “You’ve only half figured it out. You’re definitely not cooking today.” They came to a stop and exited the car to the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafting from Souvenir’s brightly-lit interior. “Thank you, Goldman. I’ll text you when we’re ready to leave for our next stop! We need to be there by noon, so if we lose track of time you might have to come fetch us.” 

Goldman nodded and winked before driving off up the street. The girl took Victor’s hand and led him into the restaurant where a smiling Mr. Mills was setting out cutlery for two. “Good morning, boss! Happy birthday!” He gestured to the set table and took a slight stop back. “If you two would be so kind as to take a seat, breakfast will be served shortly.” 

Victor got the girl settled in her seat and took his own, staring at the kitchen door. The girl shook her head and waggled her finger at him. “Don’t even think about it! You are not going to help cook, wait, or clean up this meal! Mr. Mills has it under control.” 

“I do indeed,” Mr. Mills’ voice replied from behind Victor. Victor turned to see his employee holding two plates of french toast with fresh sliced strawberries and a buttermilk syrup. They smelled heavenly and the girl pulled in a deep breath of the fragrant aroma. “Eat up, you two! I’m glad to finally put some of these skills I’ve picked up from you to good use.” 

And with that, Mr. Mills retired to the kitchen and allowed the couple to enjoy their breakfast. It was absolutely delicious; hot, perfectly cooked, and a lovely balance of sweet syrup, tangy strawberries, and spicy cinnamon. Victor slowly and deliberately cut and ate his portion, his eyes glued to his partner. She definitely seemed to be enjoying her breakfast, judging by the small smudge of syrup on the tip of her nose. “So childish,” Victor grumbled, reaching across the table to wipe away the syrup with his napkin. “Must you be such a disaster?” 

“I suppose not, but at least I’m your disaster,” she teased, sticking out her tongue and following it back in with a piece of toast. Victor rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep the corners of his lips from curling slightly upwards. As soon as their plates were empty, Mr. Mills returned with a platter of eggs, bacon, and sausage with fried potatoes on the side. “This looks delicious!” she exclaimed to the beaming Mr. Mills. 

They made good progress on the second course as well, finally leaning back in their chairs to breathe. By the time Mr. Mills arrived with two steaming cups of jasmine tea, even the girl was so full she could only slowly sip at the fragrant liquid. She glanced at the clock on the wall and pulled out her phone. “I better tell Goldman that we’re almost ready to leave. Thank you, Mr. Mills, for this wonderful meal. What’s our bill today?”

Mr. Mills laughed and patted the girl’s hand. “Your bill today is to take care of this guy.” He smiled and gestured at Victor fondly. “Make sure that he doesn’t grump around on his birthday.” The girl joined his laughter and headed for the door as Goldman pulled up to the alley. “Enjoy your day, you two!” 

Victor reclined in his seat with his hand draped loosely over the girl’s lap. She traced the lines on his palm with her index finger and watched out the window, excitement in her eyes. “I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me where we’re going now?” Victor asked, glancing at her in his peripheral vision. She merely flashed him a cheeky smile and shook her head with vigor. “I thought not.”

The buildings thinned out as they continued driving toward a less populated region of the city. There was only one thing out here Victor could think of that the girl might drag him to, so with a smirk he clutched her hand and muttered, “It’s nice weather for the zoo. Not too hot or windy. There should be plenty of animals out in the sun.” 

Unfortunately for Victor, he didn’t quite get the surprised reaction he expected. The girl simply nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, we couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day to spend outside in the sunshine. And I’m sure Vic-Vic will be happy to see you.” 

“I should think the panda won’t even notice I’m there,” Victor replied dryly. “But it will be nice to see him regardless.” His answer pleased the girl, who strained to reach his cheek for a kiss. Victor sighed and leaned down toward her to accept it. “It is a fine gift. Thank you.” 

The girl beamed and clutched Victor’s hand as Goldman pulled up to the gates of the zoo and came to a stop. “Boss, M’lady, we have arrived! I hope that you enjoy yourselves!” Goldman allowed the couple out and parked in a nearby space, calling out, “I figured I would enjoy a day at the zoo as well. Perhaps we’ll cross paths later! Just text me when you’re ready to go home.” She nodded and waved to Goldman, dragging Victor with purpose through the gate.

A glance at her phone screen told her they still had an hour until the excursion she had planned, so she slowed her step and loosened her grip on Victor’s hand. “We are earlier than I expected. What animals should we see while we wait?” 

Victor looked at the girl quizzically. “Early for what? Did you have something planned other than just strolling around the park?” Realizing that Victor hadn’t actually figured out her entire plan, the girl began to laugh and wrapped her arms around Victor’s waist. 

“I sure did, and you’re going to love it! But we don’t have to be there until noon. So is there any exhibit you want to see in particular?” 

Victor shrugged and the girl looked at a nearby map board. “Well, if you don’t know then we’ll just see what we can find! Let’s go this way.” She pointed down a path and Victor acquiesced, allowing her to lead him wherever her heart desired. The joy and excitement in her eyes more than made his day. It didn’t matter what else she had planned…the fact that she was happy made him the happiest man in the world.

They visited the tigers, the bears, and the giraffes, the sun warm on their faces and their hearts warm in their chests. “Why don’t we go see the snakes?” Victor suggested, pointing at the door to the snake room. The girl stiffened and wrapped her arms around Victor’s arm, but she nodded and allowed him to push her toward the door. 

“Dummy, there’s no reason to be afraid of the snakes. They are safely in their cages and far less dangerous than the lions we just looked at.” Victor chuckled and guided the girl through the doorway. She clung to Victor’s arm for dear life, eyes scrunched closed and only willing to peek at the animals. Victor, on the other hand, strolled casually through the various themed areas. He stopped in a tropical room with a massive boa tank in the center and various types of parrots flitting from tree to tree. The singing of birds and chirping of crickets made the room quite pleasant and Victor sat down on a bench with the girl next to him. “Open your eyes. It’s nice in here.” 

The girl sighed, but slowly opened her eyes. The bright green of the foliage and reds, blues, yellows, oranges, and greens of the birds filled her sight. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “It really IS nice in here!” Victor nodded and wrapped his arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her closer to his side. They sat there for a while just watching the birds and enjoying each other’s company until the girl glanced at her watch and hopped up. “We need to get moving! It’s almost time for the main surprise!”

Victor nodded and stood, taking the girl’s hand to allow her to lead him. She exited the building, weaved her way through the zoo, and stopped next to the pandas. There was a door next to the enclosure which the girl knocked on. It swung open to reveal a zookeeper with a wide smile. “Ah, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Li, yes?” The girl blushed at being referred to as Victor’s wife, but Victor didn’t give her a chance to correct him. He simply nodded and the zookeeper waved them inside. “Good, good! Just in time. Follow me and I’ll show you what we’re doing today.” 

The zookeeper led them into an indoor enclosure, where three baby pandas rolled around and played. One was perched on a wooden swing, one was attempting to climb a ramp but failing miserably, and the final one lay flat on his back with his legs spread in all directions. “So today we need to give the pandas a checkup and lunch. There’s one for each of us, so pick your panda and I’ll introduce you.” 

Victor’s eyes lit up as he realized that not only was he seeing pandas today…he was playing with them. He strolled over to the smallest of the pandas who was yet again attempting to climb, only to slip and roll back to the floor as a furry ball. “That one is Leyang. He’s a bit clumsy, so he might be a handful.” The zookeeper smiled and gestured to the little puffball. “You are welcome to hold him. He likes to cuddle.” 

“Sounds exactly like someone else I know,” Victor teased, causing the girl to crinkle her eyebrows in irritation. He snickered and scooped up the panda, almost dropping him as the little one went limp. Though his face remained mostly impassive, the girl could see in his body language that Victor was a happy man. She chose the swinging panda whose name was Chi and buried her face in his soft fur. 

The zookeeper beckoned them into the next room with their pandas where a scale and various veterinarian equipment filled the counters. “Set Leyang in here, please.” He gestured to the tub sitting on the scale, and Victor obliged. The keeper jotted down the number, nodded, and repeated the process with the other two. He checked their hearts, their teeth, and their paws before putting away the notebook. “Very good. Let’s put the babies down and get their lunch prepared.” 

Begrudgingly, Victor and the girl set down the pandas who immediately jumped on each other and began rolling around together. They watched intently as the zookeeper explained how to make the meal and carefully prepared them. The entire time the pandas kept trying to climb their legs, squeaking and mewling as if they were starving right to death. 

“Are you sure this isn’t you in panda form?” Victor asked the girl as Leyang again attempted to scale Victor’s leg. She giggled and offered the baby some of the food they had prepared. He snagged a piece of bamboo from the bowl and immediately flopped back against the wall to chew on it. “Yup, definitely you in panda form.” 

The girl rolled her eyes and presented Chi’s meal before turning back to Victor. “Well, this one is you. Look how demanding! And picky. He put three pieces of bamboo down before choosing one he likes.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with choosing quality over ease,” Victor replied with a waggle of his eyebrows. “I should know. I chose you, after all.” The girl blushed and hid her face while Victor chuckled and ran his fingers through the baby panda’s fur. He didn’t know that he’d ever get a chance to interact with pandas again like this, so he was soaking up every moment. The girl wandered over and Victor pulled her to his side, placing a tender kiss on the top of her head. “Thank you, my little dummy. This was definitely a birthday to remember.” 

“Good,” she replied with a grin. “And there’s still plenty of time for other activities if you wish.” 

Victor growled softly beneath his breath and hugged the girl tighter, lowering his head to whisper in her ear. “Well, if you’re offering to give me the rest of the day as well…we can certainly pick up where we left off this morning.” A bright blush spread across the girl’s cheeks and Victor began to laugh, letting her go to return to playing with the pandas. She watched him go and shook her head fondly.  What a rascal. Her rascal.

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Oof this is so good so good

Head-Canon: How does Gavin pleasure his MC

Requested by a delightfully thirsty anon. Behind the cut for explicit smuttiness.

Rating: Habanero (See Masterlist for ratings description)

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Kiro’s Yoga Class Call Translation [CN] (Season 2)

Hi! Here is the call that comes after Kiro’s Culinary Date which you can read here!

Enjoy!~ 💛

*Spoilers below for future content!*

Kiro: MC, have you become interested in yoga recently?

MC: Huh, how did you know?

Kiro: Because I saw you like some videos of yoga sessions. Are you planning to go to a class?

MC: Well, I wanted to.

MC: But after seeing the positions demonstrated by the teacher in these videos, I suddenly wondered if I could actually do it.

Kiro: Well, I actually had the same question before.

Kiro: But later, because of a class at the company, I also came across yoga a little bit. The teacher at the time said to me--

Kiro: “As long as you can breathe, you can practice yoga.”

Kiro: The most important thing is to know your current limitations, find the most suitable practice method and stick to it.

MC: That means….It’s actually not as difficult as it seems?

Kiro: That’s right. After a lot of practice, those difficult positions will come naturally.

Kiro: However, if you are a little hesitant, it may be helpful to practice with an experienced person first….

MC: Eh? So you mean….

Kiro: I mean, if Miss Chips is interested, why not practice with me over the weekend?

Kiro: Although I’m not a professional, I can still teach you a few simple positions.

MC: It seems that this is why you called.

Kiro: [chuckles] You caught me.

Kiro: Didn’t you teach me how to cook before? Let me be your “personal trainer” this time.

Kiro: But as a reminder in advance, Kiro’s private lessons are not free.

Kiro: Well….The specifics of the “tuition fee” will be kept confidential and you will pay it in person when you are in class. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Yes I do the cooking

Yes I do the cleaning

Yes I keep the nana real sweet for your eating

Shaw can dick me down on every single surface in every single available space he wants AMEN AMEN AMEN

The ABCs of Shaw (MLQC Headcanon - NSFW)

Dearest Nonny,

Thank you so very much for your lovely comments!  💕 And I’m SO GLAD you asked for Shaw’s dirty alphabet because god knows my thirsty ass can’t think of anything else 🤣  Take care of yourself as well and hope you enjoy the read!

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What would you vote as the spiciest date for each boy?

Hi Anon~ I’ll respond with two dates per guy - one already released in EN, and one from CN.

🌶 Heavy spoilers under the cut because I included the spicy moments in detail, so don’t continue if you’re averse to that! 🌶

[Note: I compared the official English translations with the original Chinese versions and realised that the former is a little lacking... so I translated the spicy scenes so you can enjoy them as the writers intended ^o^ ]

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🌹Victor🌹

[ EN: Dazzling Date ]

An urgent kiss clogs my unfinished words. His breath has never been closer to me than it is right now. 

His lips uncontrollably demand for more, and the fingertips clasping my hair grow tighter and tighter, like a net catching its prey. 

As though worried that I would drown in this sudden deep kiss, he leaves me a short time to breathe.

Victor: Since you’re clear-headed, remember everything about tonight.

While speaking, he hooks his index finger through his neat necktie, loosening it along with the buttons on the collar of his shirt. 

His refined muscles are unobstructed under the moonlight, and he immediately catches my distracted gaze. 

Victor: You're still in the mood to look at other things?

Looking at his chest muscles is obviously the same as looking at him. Looking at his face is also the same as looking at him. Why is he so...

Without leaving me room for sophistry, he places one hand against the side of the pool and continues the interrupted kiss.

His breath lingers in my mouth, as if wanting to take care of every inch of my sensitive skin. 

Unlike the first ravaging kiss, this kiss is like a chronic poison, making one sink deeper and deeper, unable to escape. 

He gently and domineeringly plunders the last trace of air in my chest, leaving me no choice but to reach out and grab his shoulders to get him to stop.

Yet, he just holds my waist and takes a breath, then continues that wild yet not unpleasant kiss. 

Only then do I understand the look in his eyes - a strong emotion called “possessiveness”. 

Bubbles are still gurgling in the pool, but they do not muffle the slight sound of water between our lips and teeth. Although the sound is very soft, it stimulates all of my nerves, and every cell is infected with Victor’s breath. 

🌶

The Great Victor losing control because of MC? Yes PLEASE.

The Great Victor loosening his tie? Yes PLEASE.

The Great Victor claiming his territory? Yes PLEASE.

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[ CN: Sleepless Night Date (灯火夜无眠) ]

He leans closer, rubbing the tip of his nose with mine. Then, his warm thin lips trail slowly from my forehead downwards…

Victor’s breath encases my entire body. He plants scalding kisses on every inch of my skin, making me tremble as I hold onto his cuff.

MC: V-Vic-

He swallows the remaining syllable before I can finish.

This time, his soft lips seize mine, prying my teeth apart and diving right in.

He takes my breath away. In the midst of our breathing, what surrounds the tip of my nose is the unique taste belonging only to him…

After a long while, Victor finally ends his deep and searing kiss.

I clutch onto his arm, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath.

His lips once again brush my nose and cheek gently, like a dragonfly flitting across the surface of water. He looks into my eyes.

I see myself in his pupils, red-faced and misty-eyed.

🌶

I’m weak for the transition from heated kisses to light, fluttery ones

Papergames even turned the CG into a gif because a still picture is unable to contain the spice

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🎐 Gavin 🎐

[ EN: Blind Date ]

Before I can scream, Gavin’s warm breath brushes my face. 

Followed by his soft, scalding lips sealing mine.

MC: ...oh...

The kiss is very powerful and rough, as if trying to draw all the oxygen from my lungs. 

I feel like I'm about to suffocate. My legs become soft, and I slide downwards with my back against the wall.

Gavin holds me by my waist with one hand while pressing the back of my head with the other, deepening the kiss...

Just when I think I’m about to die, he moves his lips away slightly, his deep eyes gazing at me.

MC: ...Gavin...

Gavin: What’s wrong?

MC: [pushing Gavin shyly] ...this is a public place.

Gavin hugs me even more tightly, resting his chin on my shoulder...

MC: Gavin... let me go...

A warm breath caresses my ear. It’s a numbing feeling, as though thousands of ants are crawling into the bottom of my heart...

🌶

The tension built up over the course of the entire date was 💯

Gavin can just stand in the middle of nowhere and I’d still find it spicy

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[ CN: Late Autumn Date (秋深之约) ]

I look towards Gavin, lightly tugging at the corner of his shirt. At the same time, I gently bite his lip, wordlessly expressing the feelings in my heart at this very moment.

As though punishing me for my mischief, his eyes narrow slightly. With a hand on my cheek, he presses my entire body onto the piano.

MC: …

I close my eyes, holding onto his solid arms. I lift my head to welcome his lips, savouring his unique breath.

The person in front of me has shed off the roughness of youth, leaving behind only the purity of youth. He often makes me forget that he once used to be unrestrained like the wind.

He has a body that is stronger than everyone else’s, a tough soul, a will that is as firm as steel, and a heart full of tenderness – it is soft beyond compare.

I cling to his waist tightly using my calves, wanting to brand every part of him into my heart.

🌶

Poetic spice. Yes.

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🌻 Kiro 🌻

[ EN: Stardust Date ]

His hair, slightly drenched in sweat, brushes the tip of my nose. What follows is a sudden kiss.

The soft and blazing tip of his tongue launches a slightly rough attack, making me press my hands against his chest. Yet, I am unwilling to push him away. 

Just a few steps away from the stage, fans are still shouting for an encore, but I can no longer hear their restless cries.

All that descends into my ears is the rush of breaths.

Our disorderly breaths entwine, and we inhale and exhale over and over again, bringing along with it a brief sense of hypoxia. 

I feel dizzy and am unable to think of much anymore. My mouth is agape, like a stranded fish craving for more oxygen.

He takes the opportunity to fill in this gap. Starting with a restrained light peck, he observes my reaction bit by bit before gradually deepening the kiss.

Every cell in my body seems to be tinged with his scent. I can’t help but pull myself closer to him, wanting more, demanding more.

He responds passionately, a light crimson under his quivering eyelashes. Drenched with sweat, he looks handsome and cute.

-

🌶

I’d say this is the second spiciest date that has been released in EN so far (with Victor’s Dazzling date as the reigning champion). Good job Kiro.

MC demanding for more? Yes PLEASE.

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[ CN: Variety Show Date（综艺之约) ]

The fingers on my back follow the trail of water and snake downwards. Blazing heat follows his movements, gradual yet eager, as they flow over every inch of my skin.

His breath lays siege, filling every crevice in my body, wet and lingering.

Even so, Kiro is not yet satisfied. His arms hold me even tighter, and he uses his fingertips and lips to hold me prisoner in this secret corner, and I am unable to withdraw.

Kiro: Miss Chips, you belong to me. So, I won’t let you escape this time.

His searing breath takes over mine. I am unable to tell if it’s water droplets or sweat that slowly trickles down our tightly-pressed skin.

In our misty vision, dots of starlight pass through the trees, and are scattered across the surface of the water. Suppressed gasps diffuse near our ears, and are amplified by our senses.  

The water sways continuously like a tide, gently wrapping two hearts that are about to merge into one.

And the breaths of the sea breeze render the night even more blurry.

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🌶

I’m just going to assume they did the deed in the lake which is highly impractical but somehow v e r y sexy.

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🦋 Lucien 🦋

[ EN: I haven’t read his EN dates... ]

[ CN: Warm Morning Date (暖晨之约) ]

The hand that had lightly lit a cluster of flames on my skin earlier finally lands on the back of my head with certainty, causing me to lift my head slightly.

This time, I cooperate and close my eyes.

An undisguised possessiveness spreads to the adjacent skin. In the midst of our entangled breaths, every suck and tender bite are his branded markings.

Soothed by each other’s temperatures, our hearts beat at the same frequency.

🌶

Not as spicy as the dates from the other guys, but I never pegged Lucien as one who leaves love bites so it was a pleasant surprise :>

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Unfortunately Shaw doesn’t have any spicy dates... yet :’)

[toreii]

But Victor, I’m Mexican. You can’t deny me spicy food...

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

Why can’t there be some spicy scenes or smuty office date of mlqc victor 😭!??!? Like we do love fluffy dates but add some spice 🌶

haha, i’m guessing you are new to MLQC? Or perhaps unfamiliar with Victor’s contents?

Because I can safely tell you, as of this moment, Victor has the spiciest of contents– he rips her friggin’ clothes for heavens sakes 🤣💀

I very highly recommend that you go through Victor’s dates released in global server and especially the unreleased ones from CN server, as well as his ASMRs (part 1 (by another translator) || Part 2).

And we have to consider that the game is currently rated 16+ in China. So, it can’t be as explicit haha.

Also, if you are specifically looking for office related spice, you can visit these contents:

» ASMR: Returning at night (by another translator). You can search for 李泽言夜归 on YouTube for the video.

» Heart’s Content Date || Subbed video

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Date summary: "When the Galaxy Falls"

MC is so horny after not having seen Gavin for months that she rips his shirt off of his body because she gets impatient and wants to feel his skin asap (her words not mine). 4 buttons, the collar and my heart dont survive the ordeal.

ASMR summary: "Seizing the Heart"

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Scribble Offerings!

Requests are now open, folks! Up to the 11th of July, 2021, 4pm (GMT+2) you can send me a character(s) of your choosing, from the fandoms listed below and ask for one of the following (or leave it up to my discretion. All my thanks to @/pseudofaux for allowing me use of this format 🙇🏽‍♀️):

3 headcanons for one character. You can ask for each of the headcanons to be based on different ideas or you can have them all centered on one. (For example: you can either ask for 3 pregnancy headcanons for Yoo Se-ah or you can ask for one headcanon each for pregnancy, parenthood and one of my own choosing, for her.)

1 headcanon for three characters. We all have multiple favorites and if you have the same problem as I do and cannot choose, send me 3 characters with a prompt/theme of your choice. If you are succinct, you can even send me 3 different ideas for all 3 characters. (For example: one NSFW headcanon for Gojo Satoru, one fluff headcanon for Mouri Motonari and one NSFW alphabet, letter Y for Malleus Draconia.) Yes, you are free to use the NSFW alphabet (template link here) for your requests, I welcome it.

a drabble for a character(s) with your specified theme/idea. Word count can range anywhere from 100 to 1000 words. (For example: Solomon/Simeon polyamory smut with a female reader, who has a spitting kink)

Guidelines are listed below the cut.

Exception to the fandom listing above:

My friends and/or mutuals, if they’d like to 🙇🏽‍♀️, can ask me for any of the fandoms [or characters] I’ve ever written for (even ones excluded above, like the Ikemen series, MysMe, MLQC etc) or am currently in (Fruits Basket, Nanatsu no Taizai etc), within the provided Ask format! [I adore YOU and would like to provide almost anything I can, for you!]

Guidelines

Please limit yourself to one request only. Please take note: with fandoms, like JJK and Twst, I will only write for the characters mentioned above.

Requests are filled with a default female reader and a SFW rating. I will not be able to give you a spice story, if your request doesn’t mention your exact needs (smut, fluff or angst) and preferred pronouns. I’m happy to write for character/reader, character/character and poly.

Speaking of exact needs, please be specific in your Ask. If you ask me for an inexperienced female reader with Divus Crewel, for instance, I can’t tell if you’re expecting a virgin or one who has limited romantic experience. So, please feel free to let me know which character has which kink, who wants to get down to what kind of nasty, and the like. Thank you.

I am okay with writing for a wide variety of themes, ranging from sweet fluff, gentle vanilla smut, angst to dark content and most (!) kinks. Be unashamed (this is for you, people who have apologized over requesting ‘dirty’ content, ILU for it), just go ahead and ask! [Pro-tip: Anon option saves face and kinks! 😆]

I am not good at writing certain everyday/very ‘normal’ scenarios and shenanigans. If you ask me for an amusement park date, or assembling IKEA furniture, for example, I won’t know how to write that without distracting myself a million times. [Sorry, you all, I mostly thrive on babies, destruction, angst and smut] This is a very vague no-go area so you can absolutely check in with me beforehand (Anon or not) to see if your request is something I can write (hand holding, for instance, is a general scenario but I can whip up something cute or spicy for that).

To reiterate: Any idea or prompt is good to go, as long as it fits within the bounds of the provided format. For example, requests like: jealousy headcanons for all Heartslabyul residents [I’m not offering all Heartslabyul characters], or an idea that’s too long to fit in a drabble; I wouldn’t be able to write for, with my current schedule. So please, do go ahead and ask me for any (boundary) food you’d like, I’d be happy to provide.

Please don’t hesitate to reach out (asks, messages, anon) if you have any questions; always happy to answer! That’s about it, thank you to all those who continue to share their amusing ideas with me, leave likes, comments and reblog (bonus: with your reaction tags? thank YOU). Happy requesting. 🙇🏽‍♀️

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